Form And Poems Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Form And Poems
Form is the wineglass from which I pour,
The many words and thoughts I store.
It holds vivid images blended there,
Subtle and smooth, or feelings austere.
Without form, words spill out everywhere,
Rambling forth like sea waves to the shore.
Like wasted wine losing body and taste,
Words without form were written in haste.
Form defines the poem, gives it identity.
Whether it's a sonnet, a haiku, or couplet maybe.
Like a house with words there residing,
Form keeps them intact, message flowing.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~09.13.17
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5/2/2024 10:06:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
once again, cynthia, i have to disagree if by forms you mean only those already established. poetry is a kind of communication. the most important measure is whether a poem communicates well. -glen